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Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023

According to Japanese folklore, there is turtle-like water creature called a kappa (one of the yōkai) with a malevolent habit - it seeks to steal a human’s shirikodama. It was believed that humans carried within their bodies a small onion-shaped ball that contained their life-force or soul, which resided either just inside the anus or deeper in, called the shirikodama. The kappa greatly desire these objects (for reasons unclear) and the Japanese were warned to use caution in the water because a kappa might reach up their ass and steal their shirikodama, with fatal results. It has been suggested that this folklore arose as an explanation for why drowning victims may present with an open or extended anus, looking as though something had been removed from it. This seems plausible, but every time I come across a reference to the shirikodama I can’t help feeling like there’s more to it - I know than when a Top penetrates my anus, he touches something that feels an awful lot like my soul. And I’m not talking about my prostate, though that could also be a way to interpret it (though women also have a shirikodama and kappa aren’t picky). In particular, kappa do their deed by reaching into the anus with their hand, so it does somewhat speak to the ecstatic effect many report from fisting. I personally have not found it so either time I’ve taken one, but that may simply be due to technique. I also feel, when I’ve been fucked, that the Top takes a bit of me, perhaps my life force, but if he breeds me he adds the share of his own that is carried with his seed, so my shirikodama is replenished, not lost. I can’t help wondering if there’s not some deep Eastern understanding of the tie between human spirit and human sexuality that we’ve forgotten here in the West, that lies deep within the heart of this fable.

Kevin is coming over tonight. I told him over text that we would be having pasta and asked if he could cut some basil to bring over. He has a habit of pruning the basil the wrong way—yes, there is a right and wrong way—so I sent him a picture of a basil plant with dotted lines to indicate where to cut it. I tell him that I will be having my daily nap and for him to wake me up by crawling into bed, give me a wake-up hug. I try to take my nap, but the news of Sam Altman returning to OpenAI excites me, so I stay up way too long to read all about it. I get a bit horny, so I go to Pornhub and watch some porn, jerk off, come, which relaxes me, and I am finally tired enough to have my nap, although it lasts only about an hour. Later. I can hear the door of my bathroom sliding open, and I know that Kevin is here, but I pretend that I am still asleep. I can hear his pants coming off; his shirt follows, and he crawls into bed with me, gives me a hug. “Well, hello,” I say, tired but glad to see him. “Hello there, handsome,” he says, gives me a hug. We lay there like that, hugging each other for almost an hour before I announce that I am getting hungry—it is almost 8 PM after all—so we get up from bed, put on our clothes, walk to the kitchen. Tonight, he is in charge of making the sauce. We have a routine going on when making pasta, which has served us well: he basically does the cooking, and I prep all the ingredients. I cut the sausages in two, squeeze out the content. Then, I dice the onion and the mushrooms. I give him the ingredients, and he begins to cook it. I prepare the sauce by emptying out the content of store-bought Napoletana, and begin to boil the pasta. By the time it is done, Kevin has finished making the sauce, and we combine the two. We don’t talk much during cooking beside the usual “here you go,” when I hand him the ingredients and the “thank you,” in response. We are focus on the tasks and there is a silent connection between us that speaks louder than words. The whole process takes thirty minutes from beginning to end, and we sit at the dining room table, marveling at our creation. “See,” I say. “This is why I much prefer to stay at home and cook. It’s cheaper and tastier.” This is true, and he nods in agreement. We open a can of Coke and share it between the two of us. It’s refreshing and hits all the right notes. I turn on the latest episode of Family Guy and we watch it until the very end. Later. We are in bed now. I am feeling very full and very tired. Kevin is giving me a foot massage. Soft autumn jazz music plays on our HomePod. We talk about what is happening in our lives in the form of updates, which are small short stories. I tell him about my car battery dying on me, and he tells me about the progress on getting his home insured from the recent burst pipes upstairs. The night is getting late—actually, it is only 10 PM—so we both go and floss our teeth, brush them. We tell Siri to turn off the lights, and before anyone knows it, the room is fill with snores.

Jackson—February, 2023 Good sex can either me leave me totally sated or it can just make me want more. The second bookstore trip had been fun and it just made me hornier as the week progressed. I went to another city for more on Saturday afternoon. The bookstore that had recently transformed the viewing stations into play areas had been slowly building a clientele. They were out in force on Saturday… I am sitting in a chair watching some less than average straight porn. But the distinguished looking man, with expertly coiffed grey hair, is giving me a terrific blow job. He is on his knees between my splayed legs. He had indicated he wanted to take me to one of the curtained cabanas, but the lure of my cock must have been too strong. He is slurping noisily away on me, choking himself on purpose. The noise attracts men, of course. They arrive one by one to watch from a few steps away—groping themselves. No one makes a move to join us. Suddenly the audience is just too much for my sucker. He gets up and grabs my wrist, leading me into one of the cabanas. He closes the curtains and unzips himself. I turn the tables on him for a moment and suck him. But he really doesn’t want that. He wants my load—and says so as he pulls out of my mouth. He kneels again, expectantly. “You can suck it,” I tell him as he goes down on me, “but I just got here. I don’t think I could possibly cum yet.” He tries to prove me wrong. He adds his hand to the shaft as he sucks. But it’s too tight. He’s actually hurting me, not adding to the pleasure. I tell him I need a break. And I do, not just from his hand, but because the place is so active today. I hate being shut away from the rest of the men. I take a tour. There is a blow job happening on the overstuffed couch in the gay area. Another in the Trans porn area. Guys mill about—maybe a dozen of us. I settle back in the chair I started in. The porn loop is better now. Instantly a Black guy, one of the viewers of my blow job out here, is on my dick. He is likely mid-30’s. He shucks his shirt, mid-suck, to reveal a well-built chest. His cock is out and being stroked, but I really can see as his body blocks it. He is good, if not great, with his mouth and tongue. More enthusiasm than skill. And then he goes to my balls. Fuck! Now he’s great. It’s a thick tongue and it is everywhere on my hairy sack—never applying too much pressure or trying to suck them into his mouth. I stroke as he licks. He pauses to raise my ball sack. He is now licking my perineum. He makes hungry sounds as his tongue and saliva covers all my hair down there. Finally, he goes back to my dick. But not for long. His knees hurt him—and I help him stand. His cock sways side to side and he rises. It’s big and thick. I suck it for a moment as he stands there. But he is a true sucker, just like the first guy. His pleasure is in giving. He excuses himself and goes into the gay room. The next time I see him, he is on his knees, going back and forth between two seated men on the couch… * I meet up with the tall, handsome white man I have fucked here before. He is also the man who traded off on Kyle’s hole with me—his first time with someone who is FTM. We hug. He, surprisingly, leads me into a curtained cabana room, too. He goes down on me. He’s great. He loves the fact that my balls are wet with someone else’s spit. He adds his own, too, before taking me into an effortless deep throat. When he finally stands up, I suck his cock for a moment. But my hands, resting on his hips, turn him around. He knows what I want and bends slightly, grinding his ass crack against my face. I lick his butt. I get him good and wet. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yes!” He leans farther over, supporting himself on the built in bench in the back wall of the cabana. I keep tonguing his slowly opening hole. He’s a tight fuck, for a man who loves it so much. I tongue fuck him, leaving him moaning. “Stick your dick in me.” I slap my wet cock against his now wetter hole. I push in—and he takes me, pushing back. He is impaled on the first stroke with every inch I have to offer. I stand still. He huffs some poppers—and I begin to fuck. He’s tight and wet. His ass cheeks are hairy, which is a good enough reason for me to slap them, making his ass tighten down even more around my cock. He beats his own dick like crazy as I fuck. “Don’t make me cum yet,” he whispers. I slow down. Finally, I stop and pull out. He pivots and cleans my cock up. We hug again. I go wandering, but I know where I want to cum… * I am in the Trans room. I am eyeing a man against the wall. He stokes a slightly larger than average cock. I nod to him. He makes no move to me, he just keeps stroking. A cubby guy arrives. I recognized him from previous visits. He settles right down to suck me. He’s good, so I let him go at it. I hope the guy against the wall with let me suck him at the same time. But he just beats his cock faster. My cocksucker has worked up a sweat. He removes his shirt. Now my hand keeps going from the back of his head to his hairy shoulder. The talkative Black man, the unofficial greeter of this establishment and who is a fabulous cocksucker, pokes his head in. “You’re in good hands with him,” he grins. “Or should I say mouth?” He pats Hairy Back on the head. “Treat him right.” And he’s gone to find a dick to suck. Hairy Back is working every trick he knows on me, hoping for my load. But I know where I want to shoot. When HB’s knees tire, I go looking for my tall, handsome piece of ass. I find him in the same cabana, where he has left the curtain open. The talkative cock sucker is doing him. Tall & Handsome has lost all his clothes since I saw him last: they lie in a pile on the bench at the back. “Come in,” says Talkative. I close the curtain, unbutton my pants and present him with a second big dick to suck. He is delighted, of course, and goes back and forth between us. At one point, both our drooling cock heads are in his mouth, rubbing against each other as he tongues us. Eventually, I go to my knees and begin eating Tall & Handsome’s ass while he’s being sucked. “You should fuck him,” Talkative says, coming off the big cock for air. I grunt an affirmative. Tall & Handsome moans—whether it’s from the idea of my fucking him again or from my rimming or the cock sucking, I don’t know. I love the taste of his hole after my earlier plowing. I leave a lot of spit behind. I stand up to enter him. Hairy Back chooses that moment to push through the curtain. He takes in what’s happening and steps up on the bench. He drops his pants to his ankles. Tall & Handsome now has HB’s dick in his mouth, Talkative’s mouth and tongue on his cock and me entering his ass. He stops sucking long enough to groan out a “Fuck me!” before HB’s dick is shoved back in his mouth. It is the perfect moment for all of us. Each of us are right where we should be. I increase the pace of my fuck. It’s going to take me no time at all. I grab his hips and plow into his hairy butt. “Breed him!” whispers Hairy Back. “Give him that load.” “You want my cum?” I bark out. Tall & Handsome grunts something affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I pump faster. Talkative has wormed his way between Tall & Handsome’s legs. I suddenly feel his tongue on my balls and the underside of my shaft. Fuck! I explode. Deep in T & H. Talkative goes back to sucking as I leave my dick in place, marinating in my load. When I pull out, Talkative happily cleans me up. I kneel and catch one drop of my cum oozing out of T & H. I leave…with them all working to see who will shoot next… The original, and 1540 other posts, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Perfect Scene (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 22, 2023